Cindy Daignault

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      "No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn"

      "My Name One night when the lawn was a golden green and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials in the scented..."

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      • Schools:

        Friends School Of Baltimore, Attended 1982 - 1996, Class of 1996

      • College/University:

        Stanford University, Attended 1997 - 2001, Class of 2001, Bachelor's Degree

      • Zodiac Sign:

        Leo

      • About Me:

        My Name
        One night when the lawn was a golden green
        and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials
        in the scented air, and the whole countryside pulsed
        with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass
        feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered
        what I would becomeand where I would find myself
        and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant
        that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard
        my name as if for the first time, heard it the way
        one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off
        as though it belonged not to me but to the silence
        from which it had come and to which it would go.

      Testimonials and Comments for Cindy

      • Chad
      • Posted
      • Any person who owns a pick up truck shouldn't be fucked in the ass with a hot glue gun. Cindy seems to be one of these people.
      • Nathan
      • Posted
      • If ever I should find
        An Elf button bright,
        I'd sew it on my coat
        With strong thread and tight.
        I wouldn't take it off--
        Not even at night,
        For there'd be no telling
        When that wee Elf might
        Come for to whisk it
        Out of my sight.
        But if she did
        I'd tell her true--
        "Wherever that button goes
        I go too!"
      • Eno
      • Posted
      • i miss spins. i miss long walks on the beach
        making ruthless fun of everyone we
        encountered, joyful prancing through
        mounds of white fluffy snow, crying with the
        joy of pure psychosis, and laughing
        spitefully in the face of 300 pound repressed
        oedipal cases. ahh, those were the days.

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